"Isolation often reveals the richness hidden in quiet corners of existence."
An empty room draws breath in fluorescent glare,
Blue carpet stretches like a forgotten prayer.
Vending machines hum with secrets untold,
While shadows weave stories in silence so bold.
Windows betray the night with an icy embrace,
Isolation lingers in this desolate space.
Each corner holds echoes of lives left behind,
In the heart of the stillness, truth waits to unwind.